I went to bed feeling out of sorts, and I woke up with some of the same disheartenment. The electricity went out right before Chris and I got up to make coffee--but, happily, I have some Greek instant Nescafe, so I could make an ice coffee with water that was still cold in the refrigerator. Also in the refrigerator: fresh figs which Chris picked yesterday! And then I decided to write about the cause of some of my consternation--a poem and a painting and the way they came up in a writing workshop yesterday--and (hopefully) get it mostly out of my system. It worked.
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